Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money money
Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The biggest fast time is rhyme the size
Its been the same man the game became mine
I four one of these at the same time
Looking like Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I have
I just blow my weed and a bubble bath
I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me
I'm on it cause I'm so city
And every town that I through I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a of fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the
See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or us
And right about now all the cap peelers gotta us

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2]
Money, money is
It's the crack to the
It's the to the queen
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its dream
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know that your don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down on luck
While I'm fresh dressed like a million
I on my black socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use
To away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and dreams can come
If it happen for me, shit it can for you
from the beach, he keep shit cracking
And everything he guaranteed to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to have cash to it these days
And you can make at one of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the homie and get a dope track
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you could stand on the streets and holler and
You can up insane, twenty crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast
Still smoking, a pound of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money

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[Ad libs over
For all the niggaz out there getting their
Money is the of all evil huh
You what
I mean, we living in hell
So fuck, get money man
I at shit like this:
The mother fuckers that don't got money, doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers that got money, they
you know can't enjoy it
So I mean, your pleasure
you wanna live with it our it, shit I'm bout it
I got to it, you feel me

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